oh my dear what has happened to us   it's not clear and all i hear are   those buttons clicking and clacking   spelling outwards and what i'm lacking      it's some sense of purpose for you   fuck your stories i'm leaving it's true   all your prose all your one act songs   were never meant for me      with your nose in a book   it's hard to know how i feel      all those pages and messy piles   writing songs in old borne styles   and the cigarette that hangs from your lip   i hope it kills you    because it kills me   just to sit inside all day   and have you look away   towards the window   the giant oak tree   i'll be a cloudy memory      with your nose in a book   it's hard to know how i feel      so let it be known    my boyfriend writes plays   and i'm leaving him   my boyfriend writes plays   and i'll walk away   my boyfriend writes plays   so i'm leaving him   my boyfriend writes plays   and i'll walk away